When I enter the main door, I am not greeted by the usual sound of silence within. Instead, what graces my ears are a woman’s soft cries of ecstasy ...nd sensuous moans. Peering, around for the source, I can see nothing that would make these exquisite sounds. Listening now with more purpose, stopping dead in my tracks, I try to locate the source. My ears track the pleasant sounds and I realize they are not coming from the main floor, but from upstairs in the woodworking area. I continue to walk. Val had at least thrown her purse and wedding dress out after her. Purse and dress were both sitting next to Donna now, in the front seat, but they were of little comfort to her now as she faced yet another crisis.Her car was running out of gas.If things had gone as planned earlier and Tom had driven her to the dress shop in his car she would be okay now, because she had had just enough gas to get to his house and back home. But the dress shop was in the opposite direction from her house, and. She was breathing hard, and I was getting closer. “What have we here?” Stephanie asked, walking into the room. We must have missed her coming home. Neither of us responded to her, just kept on fucking. Stephanie, still dressed, crawled up on the bed. She laid down, her face just in front of Sandy’s pussy, her ass back by Sandy’s face. “Yeah fuck that lesbian pussy” Stephanie said loudly. She leaned forward, sticking her tongue against the shaft of my cock. She didn’t move, but her tongue ran up. Guess not." Wasn't Ganda on the pill?" She missed a few," Jordan shrugged."A few." She stopped taking them the day we met. I have to admit when she confessed her strategy to become pregnant I had a moment thinking of her as some sort of gold digger catching a rich dude." Did you tell her that?" I couldn't. She looked so frightened and defenseless like she did on the plane taking her from her home. But I talked to Grace." And?" She knew. She'd known about it for a month. She told me Ganda.